"It's not your fault," she says and it isn't a compassionate thing, nor a merely polite reply. It is what it is: factual. Katniss places a premium on truth as rare as it is that the truth can be involved in anything in life--particularly where she comes from, where she and Peeta come from--but here things are at least different in that respect. A curse is no person's fault here and while it does not fix what happened, Frankie already has of his own volition, having been able to at all which is more than some can say for the cleanup that often follows such curse-induced messes. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she shudders a little and suppresses it even as she feels it from the crown of her head down to the tail of her spine, hyper-aware of her bones and the thinness of everything suddenly, that alien hunger completely replaced now by ordinary hunger so fierce that even being accustomed to it does not stave off a wave of nausea.

Briefly, she looks away.

"But that's it...?" She has to ask, but when she lifts her gaze it isn't to Frankie but to the boy standing in the near distance, waiting for them to be done. As she has done before with other situations, Katniss reverses their places in this scenario and the pain of biding time when they are all the other has is sharply edged, unkind; not something to be prolonged but similarly not something they cannot manage either.